Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.